Chapter 28 #3
My orgasm hits me like a punch to the gut, spilling inside of him in slow, dizzying pulses thanks to my knot, throbbing against the clench of his rim, keeping me locked inside him, rocking and grinding, lost in pleasure like I’ve never felt before, even when I brazenly knotted strangers on other full moons.
None of them were Jareth. None of them were my mates.
This is right. This is what my knot is for.
I ease my teeth out of his flesh and carefully lick the droplets of blood that trickle from the wound.
When I blink back to reality, I realize Loch isn’t on his hands and knees anymore, he’s kneeling in front of Jareth, kissing him softly, his cock still hard and untouched, drooling precum as he watches the two of us with nothing but love and awe in his eyes and in his scent.
“I’m yours,” Jareth murmurs, sounding half-drunk and dazed, then he collapses into the dirt.
I ease down with him, moving my hips experimentally to see if I can pull my knot out yet. I nod and kiss his fresh mate mark. “You’re mine. You ready for me to claim Loch now?”
“You can go again after that?” Loch asks skeptically. “We have all night. I can wait—”
I growl and tug my knot loose. My cock is as hard as ever, dripping with lube and cum, my knot still half-inflated. And my balls are still aching, heavy with plenty of cum for my other mate.
“You don’t know much about wolf shifters’ full-moon rut, do you?” Jareth asks, and I agree with a chuckle before lunging to tackle my other mate.
LOCHLAN
Roman’s weight lands on top of me, and if I were still human, I’m sure it would have been enough to knock the air out of me. Instead, it’s just an invitation for a tussle, a chance to let my supernatural strength loose a little in a way I still can’t do with Jareth.
Our mouths find each other in a rough, biting kiss as we roll in the dirt, covered in sweat and the scent of sex.
The smell of their cum has my cock aching and my empty hole twitching with desperation to be filled.
I don’t even have to tell Roman that; he already knows.
He knows what I need and he knows how to give it to me.
We roll so he’s back on top of me, the weight of his body pressing me into the ground, even if I’m technically strong enough to throw him off if I wanted to.
I wrap my legs around his waist, and he thrusts inside me without any fanfare.
Watching him knot Jareth was all the foreplay I needed, even if our clever mage hadn’t already eaten my hole, then magicked me some lube.
Even though I’ve taken Roman’s massive cock before, I’m not prepared for his half-full knot stretching my rim with his first thrust.
I gasp, arching underneath him, the pleasure-pain making my whole body feel white hot and sensitive all over. He presses his face into the crook of my neck and grunts as he rocks his hips, filling me over and over, his knot already starting to swell again.
“The fates picked right, love. I would have picked you myself as my fated mate if I was half as smart as they are. I love you.” He nuzzles my throat and nips at my skin.
I tangle my fingers in his hair and sob with the perfection of his long, thick cock pummeling my prostate and his knot tugging at my rim with every thrust. Everywhere our bodies touch feels like lightning across my skin, sizzling and crackling with pleasure.
“I love you too, Wolfie. Bite me and make me yours forever.” My cock drags against his abs with every thrust, stroking me just right, making my legs tremble around him and my eyes roll back.
“You want it in the same spot?” he asks, grazing his sharp teeth along the same stretch of skin where he marked Jareth.
“Yes.” I reach out blindly. “Jare, need you.”
“I’m here.” He appears right next to me in the dirt, still looking dazed from that epic fucking, smiling and sleepy.
I catch his lips in a kiss and dig my fingers into the back of Roman’s neck, guiding his mouth right to where I want it.
Claim me, I think, and the satisfied rumbling sound he makes lets me know he heard me loud and clear.
I bite down on Jareth’s bottom lip, lapping at the small droplet of blood that forms, and Roman sinks his teeth into my skin.
I wail in surprise, the sound muffled by Jareth’s tongue thrusting into my mouth.
It’s not a painful surprise—exactly the opposite.
As soon as Roman’s teeth break my skin, pleasure like I’ve never felt before floods my body.
It’s like an orgasm for every part of me instead of just my dick, every muscle pulsing and fluttering, every inch of me inside and out bursting with light and joy and release.
It’s Roman’s deep moan that draws my attention to the fact that my hole is clenching around him and ropes of my cum are painting both our bellies, and once I notice it, it’s like a second wave of euphoria washes over me.
I can feel the slow, hot spurts of his cum filling me, smell the mingling of all of our scents, slightly changed by the mating bite, and my own orgasm goes on and on until I start to wonder if you can pass out from too much pleasure.
Roman eases his teeth out of my skin, then he laps at the spot with another satisfied little rumble before he collapses on top of me, his knot still swollen inside me but the waves of our orgasms finally starting to fade.
“Holy fucking hell,” I gasp. “Is it going to be like that every full moon?”
“Baby, this full moon isn’t even over yet.” I can hear the smirk in Roman’s voice even though his face is still buried in the crook of my neck.
Jareth and I trade nervous, excited smiles, and I clench around Roman’s knot experimentally. Can we take him again tonight? Maybe after a nap and a snack. The night’s long, after all, and we have an eternity to build up our stamina.
Eternity. I thought it sounded long when I first asked to be turned. It was almost enough to make me change my mind before that vampire sank his teeth into me. But lying under the stars with my mates and forever stretching in front of us, it sounds like exactly the right amount of time.